There is something so fascinating,
about the color red.
All the different meanings it can have,
all inside someone's head.
Red can mean bleeding,
internal pain and suffering.
Red can mean anger,
in which we need buffering.
Red can mean passion,
used to describe undying love.
Red can mean adventure,
where you're as free as a dove.
Red can mean heat,
the burning fire of something now ash.
Red can mean confidence,
and give it to those who crash.
Red is what can build us up,
only to tear us back down.
Red is what can free us,
but is what can also make us drown.
Red isn't just a color,
red is an emotion we all feel.
Red is the conflicting thoughts,
that just won't heal.
